Who gave you the right,
to haunt my mind.
With those endearing hazel eyes,
what else must I find?
I know there is more,
your mystery is forbidden-
yet, such a fruit I crave.
Is hidden
You walk me home
A shabby, worn down place-
I've yearned to escape...
Then you leave.
And it is when you leave,
my thoughts wander off.
Wishing I could've stayed,
as a vibrant trophy- for your display.
What a fool I am,
I knew how deep that water was.
Like a fish drawn to bait
Only some can relate.
You linger on dreary nights.
The fire you've sparked will not fade,
I am now a blade- dull no more.
You've sharpened my senses
Now my senses crave your taste,
honey with a spritz of nicotine.
You are my cigarette,
My bittersweet poison.
Some days I imagine you-
not some, most.
By my side, laughing uncontrollably.
How dare thee, in so many ways--
entrance me!
I've been trapped.
Thick eyelashes,
hugs that hum, forever.
You are my endeavor.
This poem isn't enough to describe your brilliance.
YOU ARE READING
People Problems
PoetryPeople around the world. Oh so many souls unfurled. Tangled within their problems. Mangled, and awaiting someone to solve them. Welcome, this is just a pile of problems, only people will understand. -- Tread carefully... -- #690 in Poetry as of 1...
